Beauty in Bloodshed - Part Six
Nearing the end of my story now. Possibly two more parts. Enjoy.
Anna-Lee:
"I’m fine," I mumble, "fine."
I can barely hear myself talking. My shirt is soaking with my blood. It isn’t fatal. Yet. But it hurts, and it is bleeding badly. My shoulder is warm from the blood soaking it. I can feel my heart beating. I’m on the ground. I dropped to my knees after I pulled the trigger on the driver. His blood mingles with mine on my shirt and face. His body is in front of me and his face is partially missing. I understand why Chris does it. He shouldn’t have fucked with me.
I feel breath on the back of my neck as Chris pushes my hair aside. He is looking at my neck I assume. I am looking at the drivers body. Staring. I feel my weight being lifted as Chris hoists me up and sets me down in the passenger seat of the truck. I can barely feel the pain in my neck now. I feel light, weightless. If this is dying, I don’t really mind.
Chris:
"Anna. Answer me." I say. She is looking out the window. She doesn’t reply.
She needs medical help. Or at least to stop bleeding. I crank the wheel and squeal the tires pulling out onto the highway toward town. I glance from side to side on the main drag. Scanning the buildings for something of use. I slam the brakes. A pharmacy. It is still closed. I’m going to have to break in. I pull the truck over and get out. Before I close the door I lean over toward Anna.
"Don’t die Anna. I love you." I whisper to her.
I walk down the sidewalk toward the pharmacy. I take off my shirt and wrap my hand with it. I wind up and slam my hand through the glass front door. I have to be quick, although I don’t hear an alarm sounding it is probably a silent one. I rush in, running down the aisles. I grab bandages, antiseptic. Painkillers. A needle and thread. Just in case. I am now burdened with supplies. I run back to the truck, throw in the supplies and drive. This is the last thing I need. For us to be caught for burglarizing a pharmacy. The drive back to the hotel is quick. Anna is sleeping now and I know that isn’t a good thing.
I carry her out of the truck with the supplies and somehow manage to get the hotel room open. I dump the supplies on the floor and lay Anna down on the bed. She grumbles something and writhes around on the bed. Her blonde hair is stained red with blood. I push it out of the way to get a look at her injuries. I open the antiseptic and dump it on her neck. That wakes her up. She jumps straight up in bed, screaming.
"What the fuck Chris!?" she yells, she is breathing hard.
I smile. She is back.
"Sit still, I’m going to fix you."
I grab the bandage and wrap it around her neck, tight, but not enough so to choke her. She winces.
Anna-Lee:
Chris pouring the disinfectant on my neck was like a bucket of cold water in the face. Except for the burn that accompanied it. He’s done wrapping my neck now. It feels better but it hurts. My hair is wet with my blood. I get up and almost fall down. But I manage. I stumble into the bathroom and wash my face and hair in the sink. I need the blood off me. I can’t change my clothes. I don’t have anything else to wear. So I will sit in the blood soaked shirt and ripped pants. I am covered in the blood of the driver. Of the old woman. My own blood. I leave the bathroom and sit on the bed next to Chris. He has his hand mirror out and is cutting a line. When I sit down he briefly looks up at me. He cuts another and hands me the mirror.
I roll the 20 dollar bill and hold it to my nose. I snort. The coke hits me. It beats my heart faster. I don’t have the blood in me so it makes me dizzy. My head is light and my heart is pounding. I wait. Chris cuts more. I do another. My ears ring. I lay back on the bed. Chris lays next to me. My ears are still ringing. The sound gets closer. It isn’t ringing. It’s sirens.
"I’m fine," I mumble, "fine."
I can barely hear myself talking. My shirt is soaking with my blood. It isn’t fatal. Yet. But it hurts, and it is bleeding badly. My shoulder is warm from the blood soaking it. I can feel my heart beating. I’m on the ground. I dropped to my knees after I pulled the trigger on the driver. His blood mingles with mine on my shirt and face. His body is in front of me and his face is partially missing. I understand why Chris does it. He shouldn’t have fucked with me.
I feel breath on the back of my neck as Chris pushes my hair aside. He is looking at my neck I assume. I am looking at the drivers body. Staring. I feel my weight being lifted as Chris hoists me up and sets me down in the passenger seat of the truck. I can barely feel the pain in my neck now. I feel light, weightless. If this is dying, I don’t really mind.
Chris:
"Anna. Answer me." I say. She is looking out the window. She doesn’t reply.
She needs medical help. Or at least to stop bleeding. I crank the wheel and squeal the tires pulling out onto the highway toward town. I glance from side to side on the main drag. Scanning the buildings for something of use. I slam the brakes. A pharmacy. It is still closed. I’m going to have to break in. I pull the truck over and get out. Before I close the door I lean over toward Anna.
"Don’t die Anna. I love you." I whisper to her.
I walk down the sidewalk toward the pharmacy. I take off my shirt and wrap my hand with it. I wind up and slam my hand through the glass front door. I have to be quick, although I don’t hear an alarm sounding it is probably a silent one. I rush in, running down the aisles. I grab bandages, antiseptic. Painkillers. A needle and thread. Just in case. I am now burdened with supplies. I run back to the truck, throw in the supplies and drive. This is the last thing I need. For us to be caught for burglarizing a pharmacy. The drive back to the hotel is quick. Anna is sleeping now and I know that isn’t a good thing.
I carry her out of the truck with the supplies and somehow manage to get the hotel room open. I dump the supplies on the floor and lay Anna down on the bed. She grumbles something and writhes around on the bed. Her blonde hair is stained red with blood. I push it out of the way to get a look at her injuries. I open the antiseptic and dump it on her neck. That wakes her up. She jumps straight up in bed, screaming.
"What the fuck Chris!?" she yells, she is breathing hard.
I smile. She is back.
"Sit still, I’m going to fix you."
I grab the bandage and wrap it around her neck, tight, but not enough so to choke her. She winces.
Anna-Lee:
Chris pouring the disinfectant on my neck was like a bucket of cold water in the face. Except for the burn that accompanied it. He’s done wrapping my neck now. It feels better but it hurts. My hair is wet with my blood. I get up and almost fall down. But I manage. I stumble into the bathroom and wash my face and hair in the sink. I need the blood off me. I can’t change my clothes. I don’t have anything else to wear. So I will sit in the blood soaked shirt and ripped pants. I am covered in the blood of the driver. Of the old woman. My own blood. I leave the bathroom and sit on the bed next to Chris. He has his hand mirror out and is cutting a line. When I sit down he briefly looks up at me. He cuts another and hands me the mirror.
I roll the 20 dollar bill and hold it to my nose. I snort. The coke hits me. It beats my heart faster. I don’t have the blood in me so it makes me dizzy. My head is light and my heart is pounding. I wait. Chris cuts more. I do another. My ears ring. I lay back on the bed. Chris lays next to me. My ears are still ringing. The sound gets closer. It isn’t ringing. It’s sirens.
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